I'm so glad you're here! "The Art of Life" is where I share my journey as an artist & Momma.
It's a place where I hope to encourage other women that they are artists too. In this small little space I seek to share, document, and be reminded of God's wonderful grace, all around us.
....And I would be so happy to have you journey alongside me!
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Monday, May 10, 2010

Simplify

~~There are no flowers in my front flower beds this year. Shocking. I know. Planting colorful blooms seems to be a rite of Spring. But, for the first time, I’m at peace with it.

~~A few weeks ago I was struggling with thoughts of all the things I need to do to keep our lives in order. In the quiet I heard a whisper in my heart.Simplify.I felt it was the Holy Spirit, gently urging me towards this path that I tend to resist.

~~Simplify? Me? I’m a chronic over-achiever. I could start my own chapter of over-achievers anonymous! In school it was never enough to simply turn in the assignment. No. I had to go above and beyond. Meticulously hand drawn book report cover? I’m all over it!

~~As a wife and Mother I cling to my over-achieving ways still. But the quiet Spirit’s voice has been urging me to let go of this “disease to please.” Because that’s all it really is;a disease.

~~There’s a silk flower garland hanging over our front door. The porch isneat and tidy. Windchimes peal in the breeze and my Great-Grandma’s rose bush is bursting with blooms. And for this year,it is enough.

~~I know that the time I would spend weeding and watering (especially in the hot Oklahoma summer) is extra time that I don’t really have right now. So I will push away those thoughts of “what will people think?”I have family members who are serious, big-time gardeners. What are they going to say?No. I will rest in the peace of simplifying.

~~I am seeking to learn to apply this art to the rest of my life as well. If I only have a few minutes, I’ll make a quick wipe-down of the sink and mirror; instead of waiting for the time to scrub the bathroom to a sparkle. Having sandwiches for dinner on occasion does not make me a bad Mother. (Morning Star Farms Chick’npatties are awesome, by the way!)And my Nana taught me that, with a few tricks, a boxed cake mix can taste even better than the real thing.